FemmeFatal
Wishing he were here.
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I apologize in advance for how long this post is likely to turn out. There is just so much racing through my brain at all times and I've finally come to a breaking point and need to let it out. I'm generally a lurker, reading all the posts yet rarely having the right things to comment back but I really wish to be more active and in the act of being more active more realistic in my activeness. Not too sure that made any sense. I spend an excess amount of time browsing the 1st Tri and Teen Pregnancy sections of the site in such envy, so I've decided it may be best for me if I stick to the WTT section where I rightfully belong in hopes to save the remainders of my sanity.
My Story
I'm 19 and have been with OH (25) for a little more than six months and hope to marry sometime next fall. I realize six months doesn't categorize as a lengthy time period for such plans as marriage and a family, but when things are right you just know. Just under two months after we started dating I moved from the city (transfered my job) to live closer to him in the suburbs rather than commuting via Metra to see him once or twice a week. Within two weeks of being here I became pregnant (28 April was the date of conception). I had been convinced from a young age that I wouldn't be able to have children for various reason and would have bet my life on that conviction. After being three days late I tested for the sole reason of easing his mind. On 28 May I got a surprise positive when I was expecting to see a negative. OH was less than thrilled with the news. He didn't think we were in any place to be having a child felt abortion was the only option we had though it pained him. I was convinced we could manage if he would just open his mind to the idea, though being the typical stubborn Italian that wasn't likely but I still tried to alter his thoughts. At 6w5d I noticed some light bleeding but being a Saturday I couldn't get in to see my doctor until that Monday. They scheduled me for an ultrasound that Monday (15 June) afternoon and I got to see my little baby on the screen. 129 beats per minute filling the screen. The cause of the bleeding was a blood clot where the placenta had attached. I was told that I had a 50/50 chance of the baby surviving. It would either sort itself out or the clot would grow as the baby did and the placenta would eventually detach and I would lose the baby. Unfortunately, over the next few days the bleeding worsened and I was told that I was losing my baby and had to terminate. 19 June I went in at 7w3d to terminate my baby which already had hold of my heart.
So there it is, how I ended up here. There isn't a day that passes where the thought of babies doesn't flood my mind. Everywhere I go I see ripely pregnant women glowing with such beautiful bellies, or mothers carrying there newborns and/or little ones. It hurts so much because that should be me. I would have been 18w3d by now. My mind keeps wondering what if that was my only chance, though I know it's a silly thought. I'm sure I'll have my chance again, but it doesn't make me feel any better. OH and I are waiting to try until we have gotten our house and I move into my pharmacy tech position and he lands himself one that will pay better. All good reasons to wait, I hold no doubt in that, but the waiting just drives me crazy. I can't talk to him about it because I can't stand to see the sadness in his eyes. I feel so selfish wanting this all right now. My thoughts keep coming back to the fact that so many people in worse off situations than ourselves have managed to take great care of their children, so why couldn't we? He always plays the logic card, and I can't disagree with that. But I also hold the emotional card and it's eating away at me. I don't want to wait though I know it's best we do. Deep inside I keep hoping for an accident...
*sigh* I apologize for the novel I have typed, and the sad truth is that isn't even the half of what is racing through my mind but it will suffice for the moment. I give kudos to anyone who managed to get all the way through that.
My Story
I'm 19 and have been with OH (25) for a little more than six months and hope to marry sometime next fall. I realize six months doesn't categorize as a lengthy time period for such plans as marriage and a family, but when things are right you just know. Just under two months after we started dating I moved from the city (transfered my job) to live closer to him in the suburbs rather than commuting via Metra to see him once or twice a week. Within two weeks of being here I became pregnant (28 April was the date of conception). I had been convinced from a young age that I wouldn't be able to have children for various reason and would have bet my life on that conviction. After being three days late I tested for the sole reason of easing his mind. On 28 May I got a surprise positive when I was expecting to see a negative. OH was less than thrilled with the news. He didn't think we were in any place to be having a child felt abortion was the only option we had though it pained him. I was convinced we could manage if he would just open his mind to the idea, though being the typical stubborn Italian that wasn't likely but I still tried to alter his thoughts. At 6w5d I noticed some light bleeding but being a Saturday I couldn't get in to see my doctor until that Monday. They scheduled me for an ultrasound that Monday (15 June) afternoon and I got to see my little baby on the screen. 129 beats per minute filling the screen. The cause of the bleeding was a blood clot where the placenta had attached. I was told that I had a 50/50 chance of the baby surviving. It would either sort itself out or the clot would grow as the baby did and the placenta would eventually detach and I would lose the baby. Unfortunately, over the next few days the bleeding worsened and I was told that I was losing my baby and had to terminate. 19 June I went in at 7w3d to terminate my baby which already had hold of my heart.
So there it is, how I ended up here. There isn't a day that passes where the thought of babies doesn't flood my mind. Everywhere I go I see ripely pregnant women glowing with such beautiful bellies, or mothers carrying there newborns and/or little ones. It hurts so much because that should be me. I would have been 18w3d by now. My mind keeps wondering what if that was my only chance, though I know it's a silly thought. I'm sure I'll have my chance again, but it doesn't make me feel any better. OH and I are waiting to try until we have gotten our house and I move into my pharmacy tech position and he lands himself one that will pay better. All good reasons to wait, I hold no doubt in that, but the waiting just drives me crazy. I can't talk to him about it because I can't stand to see the sadness in his eyes. I feel so selfish wanting this all right now. My thoughts keep coming back to the fact that so many people in worse off situations than ourselves have managed to take great care of their children, so why couldn't we? He always plays the logic card, and I can't disagree with that. But I also hold the emotional card and it's eating away at me. I don't want to wait though I know it's best we do. Deep inside I keep hoping for an accident...
*sigh* I apologize for the novel I have typed, and the sad truth is that isn't even the half of what is racing through my mind but it will suffice for the moment. I give kudos to anyone who managed to get all the way through that.